Push in your face.
I push lips I push tongue up against your smell. Behind underneath inside...
Sometimes.
But it seems like all the time.

You're melting and I recall a dream from months ago about those wooden beads around your neck. How do you do it? Just the sight. Just the sight.
You could protect me, but I won't need it.
Not like that at least.
At least we found shelter that nite. At least it wasn't my real home.

I just want you to know you are free to leave whenever you wish, you may leave.
But you stay.

And it is skin with the memory, commanding me to breathe your will. I trust your will. Intentions pure health attentive. Generous and sick in your own way.
Healthy.

One thing I don't know is
One thing I may never know is
One thing I don't need to ever know is
One thing I don't even wonder about.

So instead
bring me a marching band to the balcony New Year's morning. Crack a whip bang my skull I lost consciousness the moment our eyes met and now I've got us all mixed up.

One thing
whose hand is that below my ribs?

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